Disclaimer: I don't own FF8, or any of its characters, and I'm not part of
Squaresoft. All events in this story are completely fiction, and the only
thing I own is the storyline and those events.
Authors Note: After a LOOOOOOOOOONG LONG LONG break from writing this fic, I decided to go back to it and write some more and then upload it. ^^ Enjoy! Please note that this chapter has a little make-out scene in it. I've made it more vague so I wouldn't scare away the PG-13 readers.^^;; Maybe I'll try writing a more detailed scene in another story later. Anyway, after reading, I'd appreciate if you left a comment. Thanks so much to everyone for all the support I've gotten from you guys! ^^
------------------- Orphan at Heart -------------------
Written by: Lixia
CHAPTER 8 - The Difference Between Heaven and Hell
The next night was a nightmare for Seifer. Though Fletcher was glad to see his goods in one piece, he had another mission for Seifer and his friends. Seifer told Fletcher he didn't want to be part of his brigade of thieves. In other words, he had told Fletcher to 'shove it' and was about to walk out of the building where Fletcher met them. Was, until a bullet was shot Seifer's way by one of Fletcher's men. He was lucky to move out of the way before the bullet could bury itself in Seifer's arm, but it was still there. "I don't think you really want to be walking out on me just yet." Fletcher dared him.
Seifer growled, but he was starting to feel the pain in his arm. It began to cloud his senses. Fujin and Raijin, who had been with Seifer could only gape, partly in fear, as they raced to tend to their friend. Being shot was not what they had in mind. Seifer waved them off, and with a weak smirk of confidence, he asked Fletcher what it was he wanted. Though death seemed very inviting at the moment, all he could think about was the blonde haired lady he loved and could not abandon.
And so it was back in the grimy hotel room that Seifer's wound was being poorly treated. Raijin knew a thing or two about gunshot wounds, but the pain was unbearable. Once Raijin was done, Seifer could breathe better.
"How are we gonna get rid of him, Seifer? How?" Raijin muttered, as he stitched up the cut. Seifer winced in pain. "How the hell should I know? Hyne, he's said over and over that each mission would be our last. Then we would be free. But each time he's lied. Why I even bothered to believe him the first time is beyond me." "CROOK." "You're right, Fuu. He's a bloody good-for-nothing crook. We're gonna be working for him till we die ya know?" Raijin sighed. "We won't. We're going to leave after this last mission. We're going to go back to Balamb Garden. I won't stay here anymore. If he doesn't know where we are, we're safe, right?" Seifer asked them, as Raijin finished up with his wound. Neither of them said anything, which was perfectly fine with Seifer, because he needed to hear those words of encouragement. He needed to hear them, and believe them, and he couldn't stand to have anyone disagree. It would shatter his hope.
* * *
Quistis watched the busy streets through her window, and sighed contentedly. What happened the previous night had been perfect. It was something, she figured, that would happen in a Romance novel. So did that mean their relationship would last? Or would it be end in tragedy? "Quit thinking about things so negatively." she muttered to herself. When they returned to Balamb Garden, everything would be perfect. She would be with Seifer, enjoying everyday as if it was her last. She would wish Rinoa and Squall a happy marriage and she would forget about Squall in the way she used to wish for him. She picked up the alarm clock she brought from home, and stared at the face. It read 6:30 PM. In half an hour, Seifer would come to her door, as he had during that time for the past four days. And this time it would be so much more different than it used to be. Because this time they were honest about their feelings for one another.
Seifer arrived at Quistis' hotel room a little earlier than usual. Since morning, he had been looking forward to one thing: meeting up with Quistis. He felt like he was involved in some rendition of Romeo and Juliet, where he would visit his Juliet every night. Except there was no balcony, and there were no parents threatening to kill each other in a battle. And this time there was going to be no tragic ending. He would be with her forever. Fletcher could take his conniving brains and shove it up his ass for all he cared. When she opened the door, her hair had been let down, and she had a brush in her hand. She looked like an angel to him. "Quistis." he breathed. Quistis smiled at him but her smile faded when she suddenly noticed that she wasn't looking her best at the moment. Hastily she led him into her room, then grabbed any elastic band to tie up her long locks of blonde hair. "No, leave it," Seifer said softly, taking in her beauty. Quistis stopped while her hands were in mid-air and let them drop to her side. She blushed slightly. "Oh, quit gaping, Almasy," Quistis joked. Somehow it was a weak way to stop him from gazing at her intently.
Seifer seemed to obey; however, only for a moment. Instead of gaping, he moved towards her. Quistis barely had the time to catch her breath when Seifer's hands gently grabbed her arms. It felt tingly, the way he touched her. "Quistis." In the heat of the moment, Quistis didn't notice that her heart was beating fast, faster than she could remember. She felt as if she would melt right into Seifer's arms. And then he gently lifted her chin towards him, gazed into her eyes, then brought his lips to meet hers. Quistis' immediate reaction was to back away as she wasn't used to kissing, but soon her lips softened to Seifer's when she realized he wouldn't hurt her. A sudden desire overcame her, something she'd never felt before. Could it be that I've always been attracted to Seifer? She wondered. It seemed so. The elastic band she had in her hand dropped to the floor, and the kisses she shared with Seifer deepened, adding more and more passion. When they broke off their kiss, Seifer maneuvered Quistis over to her double-sized bed and lay her down. Neither of them could think as they went with their instinct, their lust for each other suddenly growing stronger. Soon their clothes were strewn over the pink carpeted floor, and they lay in each other's arms. "Seifer, I love you." Quistis whispered into his ear, as the two of them shared an intimate moment. Seifer smiled, kissing her again. "I love you too, Quistis Trepe."
By the end of the night, they had shared an incredible experience with each other. One they would treasure for the rest of their lives. Quistis lay her head on Seifer's chest, her golden hair sprawled around her. Closing her eyes, she sighed contentedly, and listened to the quick beating of Seifer's heart. Seifer leaned over slightly and kissed the top of her head. Then the two of them fell into a content and easy sleep.
When the sun's rays spilled into Quistis' hotel room the next morning, warm and inviting, Quistis awoke. She turned over to find Seifer next to her, and it brought back the previous night. She smiled, remembering how they'd made love. It was going to change her forever. She gently lifted her hand to Seifer's sleeping face, tracing the scar that spread from his nose to his forehead. Suddenly Seifer stirred, and he opened his eyes revealing emerald green. "Good morning," Quistis smiled. Seifer returned the smile. "Good morning to you too." His expression suddenly turned serious. "Wait, what time is it?" he asked. Quistis' expression mirrored his. "Why? What's wrong?" But she sat up and grabbed her alarm clock. "Nine thirty," she replied. "Oh shit." Seifer jumped out of bed, bare buttocks and all. Quistis giggled. "The least you could do is put on some pants." Seifer looked down at himself and reached down to grab his discarded boxers.
When he was fully re-clothed, he kissed Quistis then apologized for leaving so soon. Quistis understood he probably had his job to go to, and waved him off. Once he closed the door behind him, leaving Quistis in the bed, she collapsed against the pillows and smiled at the ceiling. Quistis Trepe, who used to be a cold-hearted unreachable soul had suddenly found light in her life, and true happiness. And she loved it.
Authors Note: After a LOOOOOOOOOONG LONG LONG break from writing this fic, I decided to go back to it and write some more and then upload it. ^^ Enjoy! Please note that this chapter has a little make-out scene in it. I've made it more vague so I wouldn't scare away the PG-13 readers.^^;; Maybe I'll try writing a more detailed scene in another story later. Anyway, after reading, I'd appreciate if you left a comment. Thanks so much to everyone for all the support I've gotten from you guys! ^^
------------------- Orphan at Heart -------------------
Written by: Lixia
CHAPTER 8 - The Difference Between Heaven and Hell
The next night was a nightmare for Seifer. Though Fletcher was glad to see his goods in one piece, he had another mission for Seifer and his friends. Seifer told Fletcher he didn't want to be part of his brigade of thieves. In other words, he had told Fletcher to 'shove it' and was about to walk out of the building where Fletcher met them. Was, until a bullet was shot Seifer's way by one of Fletcher's men. He was lucky to move out of the way before the bullet could bury itself in Seifer's arm, but it was still there. "I don't think you really want to be walking out on me just yet." Fletcher dared him.
Seifer growled, but he was starting to feel the pain in his arm. It began to cloud his senses. Fujin and Raijin, who had been with Seifer could only gape, partly in fear, as they raced to tend to their friend. Being shot was not what they had in mind. Seifer waved them off, and with a weak smirk of confidence, he asked Fletcher what it was he wanted. Though death seemed very inviting at the moment, all he could think about was the blonde haired lady he loved and could not abandon.
And so it was back in the grimy hotel room that Seifer's wound was being poorly treated. Raijin knew a thing or two about gunshot wounds, but the pain was unbearable. Once Raijin was done, Seifer could breathe better.
"How are we gonna get rid of him, Seifer? How?" Raijin muttered, as he stitched up the cut. Seifer winced in pain. "How the hell should I know? Hyne, he's said over and over that each mission would be our last. Then we would be free. But each time he's lied. Why I even bothered to believe him the first time is beyond me." "CROOK." "You're right, Fuu. He's a bloody good-for-nothing crook. We're gonna be working for him till we die ya know?" Raijin sighed. "We won't. We're going to leave after this last mission. We're going to go back to Balamb Garden. I won't stay here anymore. If he doesn't know where we are, we're safe, right?" Seifer asked them, as Raijin finished up with his wound. Neither of them said anything, which was perfectly fine with Seifer, because he needed to hear those words of encouragement. He needed to hear them, and believe them, and he couldn't stand to have anyone disagree. It would shatter his hope.
* * *
Quistis watched the busy streets through her window, and sighed contentedly. What happened the previous night had been perfect. It was something, she figured, that would happen in a Romance novel. So did that mean their relationship would last? Or would it be end in tragedy? "Quit thinking about things so negatively." she muttered to herself. When they returned to Balamb Garden, everything would be perfect. She would be with Seifer, enjoying everyday as if it was her last. She would wish Rinoa and Squall a happy marriage and she would forget about Squall in the way she used to wish for him. She picked up the alarm clock she brought from home, and stared at the face. It read 6:30 PM. In half an hour, Seifer would come to her door, as he had during that time for the past four days. And this time it would be so much more different than it used to be. Because this time they were honest about their feelings for one another.
Seifer arrived at Quistis' hotel room a little earlier than usual. Since morning, he had been looking forward to one thing: meeting up with Quistis. He felt like he was involved in some rendition of Romeo and Juliet, where he would visit his Juliet every night. Except there was no balcony, and there were no parents threatening to kill each other in a battle. And this time there was going to be no tragic ending. He would be with her forever. Fletcher could take his conniving brains and shove it up his ass for all he cared. When she opened the door, her hair had been let down, and she had a brush in her hand. She looked like an angel to him. "Quistis." he breathed. Quistis smiled at him but her smile faded when she suddenly noticed that she wasn't looking her best at the moment. Hastily she led him into her room, then grabbed any elastic band to tie up her long locks of blonde hair. "No, leave it," Seifer said softly, taking in her beauty. Quistis stopped while her hands were in mid-air and let them drop to her side. She blushed slightly. "Oh, quit gaping, Almasy," Quistis joked. Somehow it was a weak way to stop him from gazing at her intently.
Seifer seemed to obey; however, only for a moment. Instead of gaping, he moved towards her. Quistis barely had the time to catch her breath when Seifer's hands gently grabbed her arms. It felt tingly, the way he touched her. "Quistis." In the heat of the moment, Quistis didn't notice that her heart was beating fast, faster than she could remember. She felt as if she would melt right into Seifer's arms. And then he gently lifted her chin towards him, gazed into her eyes, then brought his lips to meet hers. Quistis' immediate reaction was to back away as she wasn't used to kissing, but soon her lips softened to Seifer's when she realized he wouldn't hurt her. A sudden desire overcame her, something she'd never felt before. Could it be that I've always been attracted to Seifer? She wondered. It seemed so. The elastic band she had in her hand dropped to the floor, and the kisses she shared with Seifer deepened, adding more and more passion. When they broke off their kiss, Seifer maneuvered Quistis over to her double-sized bed and lay her down. Neither of them could think as they went with their instinct, their lust for each other suddenly growing stronger. Soon their clothes were strewn over the pink carpeted floor, and they lay in each other's arms. "Seifer, I love you." Quistis whispered into his ear, as the two of them shared an intimate moment. Seifer smiled, kissing her again. "I love you too, Quistis Trepe."
By the end of the night, they had shared an incredible experience with each other. One they would treasure for the rest of their lives. Quistis lay her head on Seifer's chest, her golden hair sprawled around her. Closing her eyes, she sighed contentedly, and listened to the quick beating of Seifer's heart. Seifer leaned over slightly and kissed the top of her head. Then the two of them fell into a content and easy sleep.
When the sun's rays spilled into Quistis' hotel room the next morning, warm and inviting, Quistis awoke. She turned over to find Seifer next to her, and it brought back the previous night. She smiled, remembering how they'd made love. It was going to change her forever. She gently lifted her hand to Seifer's sleeping face, tracing the scar that spread from his nose to his forehead. Suddenly Seifer stirred, and he opened his eyes revealing emerald green. "Good morning," Quistis smiled. Seifer returned the smile. "Good morning to you too." His expression suddenly turned serious. "Wait, what time is it?" he asked. Quistis' expression mirrored his. "Why? What's wrong?" But she sat up and grabbed her alarm clock. "Nine thirty," she replied. "Oh shit." Seifer jumped out of bed, bare buttocks and all. Quistis giggled. "The least you could do is put on some pants." Seifer looked down at himself and reached down to grab his discarded boxers.
When he was fully re-clothed, he kissed Quistis then apologized for leaving so soon. Quistis understood he probably had his job to go to, and waved him off. Once he closed the door behind him, leaving Quistis in the bed, she collapsed against the pillows and smiled at the ceiling. Quistis Trepe, who used to be a cold-hearted unreachable soul had suddenly found light in her life, and true happiness. And she loved it.
